It was sort of a pout
Putting her lips out
Making a face
In the perfect place
A flirt of sorts
Hear the retorts?
Whistles and grins
Thinking hidden sins
Boys seemed to love it
She wasn’t above it
Using those lips
Swinging those hips
She knew exactly what she wanted
Lavender lipstick perfectly flaunted.
The Bag Lady 
Hmm strange colour, great poem. When are you going back to Canada?
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Haven’t been to CA in thirty years : ))
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Lol, that was for someone else 🤷🏼♀️
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Yup
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